Cryptic Writing...?

[Oren]

Kendryek walked into the room and set his books on a desk in the back corner of the room. Who, in their right mind, would want to sit in the front? He chuckled as a few people came to mind. Taking the time to look around the classroom, he noticed three large windows along the north wall, around twenty five desks (no surprise there), and a revolving chalkboard.

But no people.

It seemed as though he was the first one here. That was odd. He wasn't that early, was he? Glancing at the clock, he saw that it read 12:09. Looking at his watch, he saw it read 12:24. Sighing, his shoulders drooped and he rolled his eyes. Had him dropping it this morning really thrown it that far off time? It was strange that he hadn't noticed 'till now. Fixing the watch, he sighed again and thought of what he should do with this extra time.

Hm....

There wasn't a book he could read; he'd left all of them either in his room or in the library. After a few more seconds, he decided that there really was nothing for him to do but wait for other students to arrive. He assumed it wouldn't take long. There were bound to be students who were much more excited about this class than he. It had only been, what, thirty years since his last 'Runemology' class? Everything was still quite fresh in his mind.

Walking over to one of the windows, he looked outside. Students were still moseying about, mingling with others and talking in groups. It was a bittersweet sight. Kendryek himself didn't have many friends, and especially not ones that he would talk to. Talking was bothersome; it made his throat hurt. As a dragon, especially as an old dragon, vocal communication wasn't too important to him. Mind-speak worked just fine, didn't it? Unless, of course, one was talking to a simple-minded human who couldn't see what was under their nose. It always amazed him how people would go about their day, not even realizing, not even thinking, about the possibility of there actually being mythological creatures.

It wasn't like he wanted all of humanity to know about this no-so-secret secret, but it was still peculiar how... lacking in IQ... the race of humans could be. Even more strange was how they thought that they were the smartest creatures on the planet. Who did they think all of their scientists and theologists and mathematicians were? Humans? Well, obviously they did. It was all quite crazy when you looked at it this way.'

But that was seeing it through the eyes of a human.

Looking at it from a creature's perspective made a lot more sense. After all, the illusion that could be created by each and every creature was astounding in itself, not to mention the illusions that specific species could compose in all of their elaborate schemes and plans. Then there were the more powerful creatures that could creep around one's mind and decide which memories that that specific individual could keep, erasing the unwanted, and most of the time unpleasant, encounters.

Leaning on the windowsill, his mind turned to the details of having a school such as Chimera Academy, a school for creatures and humans alike. It was a large campus, to be sure. In fact the largest school he had ever seen, and that was saying something. He could only imagine the amount of hard work it took to keep all the human students in the dark. Naturally, there were a few humans that knew of the real-life 'nightmares' that walked this earth. Some of them even attended the school. But, he reasoned, the magic users didn't count. They were practically mythological themselves.

The classroom door opened, interrupting his thoughts. After only a few seconds of hesitation, he turned to greet his new classmate.

[Kaito]

As Kaito and the rest of his classmates were dismissed from first period, he wondered just when his particular race would be covered in the class. Wile learning about the MANY different types of Dragons was interesting, it got tiresome rather quickly when you weren't a Dragon yourself. He guessed he should have expected this, since the school was only recently opened to the the mythological creatures that weren't "classic" types. Dragons, Griffins, Phoenixes, Unicorns, Chimeras, and of course humans. The most common and powerful types of beings.

While he didn't really dislike any of them, the curriculum was still geared highly to these races and only these races. People of the lesser known, less powerful races such as his own, the Ccoa, had to make do with what they could find out themselves and what they learned from their parents. Realizing he had to actually get to his class instead of just standing in the hall thinking, Kaito walked down the hall, heading towards Runemology. Folklore and Runemology were the two classes he paid a great deal of attention in, as they were electives, and he had chosen them only because he was interested.

Realizing that he wouldn't need it for the next class, Kaito smiled fondly at his free-reading book and put it away. Ender's Game. While it was a book he had read many times before, it was still an old favorite. Now if only more people at this school actually paid attention to some of the stuff humans came up with on they're own, they'd realize that they had a great deal more imagination than anyone at the school gave them credit for. Not all of their tales had to be based off of the mythological creatures.

Looking around, Kaito noticed that there was only a medium amount of people headed towards the Runemology class. He kept a smile up, though he wished there were more people. If there were more people to talk to, he'd be more likely to have someone who would talk to him. Simple probability really. The more chances you had, the bigger the chance of winding up lucky. Or really unlucky. Being drawn out of his thoughts, Kaito noticed that he had been walking quickly and gone ahead of everyone else.

Opening the door, he noticed that someone else was there early. He looked much older than most of the people he saw wandering the halls, but about the same age as a lot of the people he saw come into this class. Probably someone from college then, as he hadn't seen him in this class before. Kaito broke into a wide grin, plopping down beside the older boy, putting his books and supplies down on the desk, being quick and neat, then turned to the older person. "Bonjour!" he said, using the single French phrase that absolutely everyone knew, no matter who they were. "I'm Kaito Fuuga, who are you?" One thing the poor over-enthusiastic boy didn't know, and probably would never understand, was that at the age he was, people were taken off guard by enthusiastic greetings by people they didn't know. Not everyone reacted confused of course, but most did.

[Oren]

Smiling politely at the newcomer who was apparently named Kaito Fuuga, he nodded slightly and said, "Bonjour!" Extending a hand, he introduced himself. "I am Kendryek." Of course, he offered no last name. He didn't really go by that at all. Not even the teachers called him by his last name. He wasn't even sure if the school knew what his last name was. Oh well. They didn't press for it so they didn't need to know it.

“This is an interesting class, yes? Runemology… It hasn’t been too long since I last took this class… not here, of course, but I would assume the principles are the same.” Kendryek took a second to study this new student. He seemed to be pretty cheerful, young, and energetic. His blue hair was a decent length and his uniform fit him quite well. He was definitely healthy. Smiling, Kendryek sat down at the desk he had chosen for himself. It was a nice little desk. The wood seemed older than the rest of them, and there was an even older book inside, probably left there last period. Either that or everyone before him had assumed the same thing and it had been there for a while. Either was possible.

“So,” he forced himself to say, “What is it that you are hoping to gain from taking this class?”

This wasn’t typical of Kendryek, asking questions he didn’t want an answer to. Talking was bothersome. It strained his vocal cords and usually wore him out. To him, talking was an unnecessary means of communication that had become vital to the point of chaos without it. It was always sad, the way humans turned the most meaningless things into a main part of every day life. Like television. What was the point? To have a good time and to advertise what you were selling, and the latter reason was void because everyone skipped the commercials anyway. So if that was the case, what was the point? There wasn't really one.

Same thing with talking. Reading body language was a natural ability that had been dulled and nullified to the point of almost absolute obliteration. People had to take classes now a days to learn how to read someone! Why? Because talking was so much better. Yeah right! People lie with words and if you weren't careful to watch how they acted, you wouldn't know the difference.

Taking a deep breath, took a sheet of paper out of his bag along with ink and a brush, he started drawing the basic runes.

He wanted Kaito to blab about something while he ignored him, diligently thinking of more important matters. He figured that Kaito wasn’t the type that would do that, but he figured he would try anyway. After all, one never knew the answer unless they asked, or in this case, tried.

Well, Kaito could always just come up with a topic they could discuss. That was always fun, and typically entertaining.